But why do so many people still make such a choice?
There are two reasons. First, they believe that selling assets to save the market will bring them back to life. Once a person starts gasping for air, they’ll keep gasping until the oxygen in the limited space grows thin, and death becomes inevitable.
The second reason is that they have no choice. Most businesses or families aren’t ruled by a single person’s decisions. The intertwined interests of stakeholders push them down the wrong path.
Even knowing there’s a bottomless abyss ahead, they have no choice but to jump, praying for a chance at rebirth.
Of course, if this were Luo Yao, things wouldn’t have reached this point. She would’ve cut her losses immediately. But other businesses can’t do that.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was noon. Luo Yao stood up and left her office.
An assistant looked puzzled. "President Luo, aren’t you waiting for Young Master Lin to bring you lunch?"
Luo Yao’s expression instantly turned icy, her gaze sharp enough to kill.
"You seem very concerned about A’Ran."
"N-no, I just wanted to know if we should prepare lunch for you."
The assistant was terrified. This was Luo Yao, after all.
If President Luo misunderstood her as having feelings for Lin Ran, her career would be over.
Luo Yao’s knife-like eyes scrutinized the assistant for a full five seconds before she finally withdrew her murderous aura and shook her head. "No need. I’m not hungry."
Had the assistant shown even a hint of affection for Lin Ran, she’d already be gone.
Luo Yao left, leaving the assistant drenched in cold sweat.
Five seconds.
In just five seconds, she’d experienced what it felt like to flash-dance before the King of Hell.
The fear was worse than death itself.
President Luo’s aura was truly terrifying.
Wait—
What did President Luo just say? She wasn’t waiting for Young Master Lin to eat? She wasn’t hungry?
The sky was falling.
When the assistant returned to the office area, she was met with a chorus of wails.
Only two people were smiling: Fan Guzai, who’d won 35,000, and Wang Fang, who’d won 350,000.
"Wang-jie, you’re so generous. About the money…"
Wang Fang smiled. "Oh, the betting pool? Just give it all to me."
Wang Fang didn’t care about the 350,000. Despite being just a special assistant, her monthly salary was nothing to scoff at.
The bookies handed over the money without complaint. They weren’t sore losers—10,000 each was just pocket change.
As long as they did their jobs well, President Luo’s bonuses alone would far exceed that amount.
That was why, despite Luo Yao’s fearsome reputation, so many talented people fought tooth and nail to become her assistants.
Wang Fang suddenly stood up, holding her winnings.
"Since it’s lunchtime, let me announce something. Once this round of work is done, your Wang-jie is treating everyone to a feast at the Pangu Hotel. My treat."
"Woo-hoo!"
"Special Assistant Wang, you’re the best!"
"I was just cursing you in my head, Wang-jie. I take it back—you’re my goddess!"
The praise poured in without restraint. Wang Fang had masterfully turned spending others’ money into building her own goodwill, playing the game of social politics flawlessly.
Luo Yao went straight to the parking lot, where Lin Ran was already waiting.
She got into the car and immediately threw herself into his arms.
"A’Ran, I missed you so much."
She hadn’t spent much time with Lin Ran these past few days, and it felt like she was suffocating.
It was as if she couldn’t breathe unless she clung to him.
And Lin Ran, without Luo Yao in sight, felt restless and disinterested in everything.
"I missed you too, wifey. Let’s go eat."
"Mmm… I want to eat street food with A’Ran."
A tycoon like her, craving street food?
That was… oddly specific.
"Okay."
If Luo Yao asked, Lin Ran would never refuse. He simply wasn’t wired to say no to her.
As the capital of China, Beijing wasn’t exactly overflowing with street vendors, thanks to strict urban management policies.
But there were designated areas where they could still be found.
Naturally, Lin Ran and Luo Yao opted to reserve the entire street.
Before they arrived, their bodyguards had already sprung into action.
It was still early, so the snack street was relatively quiet, with only a few hundred people around.
But when the bodyguards showed up, the crowd erupted in protests.
That is, until each person was handed a stack of cash as compensation. Suddenly, everyone was all smiles.
This proved that the right approach earned respect, while the wrong one only invited complaints.
By the time Lin Ran and Luo Yao arrived, the street had mostly cleared out.
Then, the onlookers caught sight of the couple entering the snack street.
"Holy shit, it’s Lin Ran! Aaaah, my OTP is right there! I don’t want the money—let me in!"
"I want an autograph! A selfie! I want Luo Yao! I want to be a kept man!"
"Lin Ran, Lin Ran, I love you, like mice love rice!"
"Ugh—this 10,000 yuan is such a rip-off. If I could get their autograph, I could sell it for 100,000!"
"Bodyguard bro, here’s another 20,000—just let me in!"
Little Tong frowned. "Do we look like we need money?"
Lately, the "Goddess Luo Conquers Lin" couple had gotten way too popular, making their jobs much harder.
If they hadn’t brought extra manpower today, controlling the crowd would’ve been impossible.
These people took the money and now wanted to backtrack? That wasn’t how things worked.
The couple found a malatang stall—a mobile food cart set up outdoors.
"Yao Yao, are you sure you want this? It’s pretty spicy. What about your stomach…?"
Luo Yao had no intention of explaining that she didn’t actually have stomach issues.
Since the misunderstanding was already in place, there was no point clarifying.
Explaining would mean admitting she’d kept it from her husband—and what if he got upset?
Better to let the misunderstanding continue. Ideally, he’d never find out, and he’d keep cooking for her forever.
As long as she never said it out loud, it wasn’t technically a lie.
"It’s fine. I’ll go easy on the spice."
Well, if his wife said so, then malatang it was.
Luo Yao picked out some simple ingredients with the tongs, while Lin Ran selected what he considered somewhat nutritious options.
When they brought their bowls to the scale, the cashier—who’d known exactly who they were—was already waiting, her eyes gleaming.
"Young Master Lin, that’ll be 100 million."
"How much?!" Lin Ran nearly choked.
Sure, he was rich, but did they think he was stupid?
What kind of malatang costs 100 million for two bowls?
The cashier grinned. "Yep, 100 million. No refunds after you’ve picked. But…"
"If you and President Luo give me your autographs, it’s free."
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
